Ethics and Philosophy 101 - Episode 1
by Ian Kieffer
I’m wrapping up a morning FaceTime call with my TA, Josh.
He’s bookish and handsome…
With sparkling green eyes.
I watch nervously as he reads over the last bit of my essay.
It’s for the Oxford scholarship program.
Josh is the only person I want to help me…
Because he’s absolutely brilliant.
Finally, he sets the essay down.
This is really good, Haley!
All your hard work is paying off.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
I think just a couple more drafts and it’ll be…
He brings his hand to his mouth…
And does a chef’s kiss.
Mwah…perfecto.
I can’t help but giggle.
Thank you, Josh.
Honestly, you’ve been such a tremendous help.
I wish my other TA’s were like you.
Well, I wish my other philosophy students were like you.
We share a warm smile.
It’s a moment that seems to last longer than expected.
He hesitates, looking like he wants to say something…
When suddenly…
Oops!
I accidentally knock my mug of tea to the floor.
Oh, shoot!
I’m such a klutz!
I just spilled everywhere!
I spring to my feet.
Excuse me for a second!
I have to clean this up!
No problem.
In fact, I’m actually going to jump off here.
We’ll talk next week.
I run to the kitchen to some grab paper towels.
I shout to him off screen from the kitchen.
Yeah, okay! Sounds good!
Bye, Josh!
Bye, Haley…
I run back into the room and dive to the floor.
I’m trying to get the tea out of the rug.
When, all of a sudden, I hear…
What is wrong with you?
Why didn’t you just tell her?
I slowly lift my head to the computer.
Only to realize…
Josh is still on FaceTime.
But he doesn’t know it.
He paces around his room.
And he seems to be talking to himself.
About…
Me?
He mimics the chef’s kiss he did.
Ugh, so stupid!
What was I thinking?
How long can you let this go on?
He walks into the bathroom.
Then turns on the shower.
Next thing I know…
He peels off his shirt…
Revealing an unbelievable body:
Six-pack abs and a defined, muscular chest.
My eyes go wide…
And my skin begins to tingle all over.
I can’t help but look.
Maybe I should call her back?
Is that too weird?
Or maybe I should just forget the whole thing.
All of sudden…
He reaches for the waistband of his track pants.
And he starts to pull them down.
That’s when I snap back into the reality of the situation.
There’s no time for me to think.
I simply yell out:
Josh! Stop!
He jumps…
And immediately pulls his pants back up.
Haley?!
I realize at that moment what I’ve done.
I look like a weirdo voyeur.
I wince in shame.
Yeah…
He runs back to the computer.
And clicks.
Oh my god!
I am so sorry!
I put my computer to sleep.
But I totally forgot to leave the video chat.
It’s okay!
I just saw you getting undressed…
And I had to say something!
Of course!
I’m so sorry about that!
I—
All of a sudden, he stops.
Something dawns on him.
Wait…
Could you hear me, too?
I half-cringe, half-smile.
Yeah…
I could.
I watch his eyes fill with pure terror.
He turns white as a ghost.
It’s not a big deal or anything!
Honestly, I’m not even sure what you were saying!
He doesn’t move for a minute.
Then…
He slowly goes over to his shirt on the floor.
Hold on.
I’m going to put my shirt back on now.
Probably a good idea.
He puts it back on.
The awkwardness is almost unbearable.
I feel it radiating through my bones.
Finally, he grabs a seat at the computer.
Then takes a deep breath.
I need to tell you something.
Okay…
Over the course of working on your essay with you…
I think I’ve, um…
How do I say this?
Well, I’ve developed feelings for you.
Yeah…
I could’ve guessed that was the case.
Based on what you were saying just now.
He cringes.
Yeah.
The thing about it is…
It’s a problem.
I mean, ethics-wise.
Hmm, well…
Is it though?
He immediately sits up.
Of course.
I’m your teacher.
How could it not be?
It’s an interesting philosophical question.
Sorry, I can’t help myself.
That’s just where my brain always goes.
No, I get it.
I’m at least interested in your line of thinking here.
Go on.
Well…
We’re pretty close in age.
So nothing weird there.
And technically, you’re my TA.
Not my professor.
And the school year is basically done.
There’s nothing else to grade me on.
I start to really think about it…
Placing a hand on my chin, deep in thought.
Perhaps if grades were still involved…
One could argue that your feelings for me…
Might inform your ability to grade me fairly.
Which, of course, would be unethical.
But seeing as you’re simply assisting with my essay—
And that’s unrelated to grades—
I would argue…
That there’s nothing ethically wrong with this situation at all.
A wide smile spreads across Josh’s face.
He shakes his head in amazement.
You really are a talented philosopher…
But you’re forgetting one important factor.
What’s that?
My feelings for you might affect my ability to focus on your work…
Thus cheating you of a true objective eye…
Thus potentially hurting your chances for the Oxford scholarship.
And I can’t let that happen.
I’m sorry, Haley.
But I can’t help you with your essay anymore.
But you said it yourself!
We’re only a couple of drafts away!
Yes.
Which is why you’ll be fine without me.
My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach.
My shoulders slump forward in dejection.
Wow…okay…
I’m going to set you up with Professor Slater.
She’ll be a tremendous help to you.
But I wanted your help.
You’re getting it right now.
Just not how you expected it.
I see…
He fixes a kind, tender gaze on me.
Let’s discuss Professor Slater…
And determine if she’s the right fit for you.
I can’t help frowning.
Sure.
Perhaps…over dinner?
I look up in surprise.
Dinner?
He smiles.
Yeah.
If I can’t be your TA…
Maybe I could be your date?
Hot embarrassment flushes my cheeks.
I blush like mad.
Yeah, um…
Dinner sounds great.
And I suppose if you had any questions…
About theoretical essays…
I could help answer those for you…
He grins slyly.
You know…
As a close friend.
I break into a beaming smile…
As I stare adoringly into his twinkling eyes.
You know what?
I think I like that philosophy.
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